Roberto Di Matteo, the toast of West London. In his brief stint as Chelsea’s Interim Manager he has delivered the FA Cup and the long awaited Champions League, Chelsea’s first. At any other club in the world the chairmen would be hugging the quiet Italian tight and never letting him go. But this isn’t any other club, it’s Chelsea, and Di Matteo’s future still hangs in the balance.
The first all-Edinburgh Scottish Cup final in over a century had been eagerly anticipated by supporters of Hearts and Hibernian alike. However, as it transpired, those of a green persuasion will prefer to banish this historic occasion from their minds, having watched their side take a terrible mauling at the hands of their old foes.
This last Saturday night I found myself short of breath, my heart pounding like a Smiths hammer on an anvil and my head was spinning. I could be suffering from a medical condition but in reality it was the effects of watching the 2012 Champions league final involving Bayern Munich and Chelsea.
Wednesday 16th May, 1:00pm, Wembley, The FA announce the 23 man England squad for this summer’s European Championships. The feeling that these 23 will get from making this squad and being given the chance to help their nation on the path to glory must be phenomenal, probably only winning the tournament itself could feel better.
It was a weekend in which scenes of unbridled joy erupted as great silver trophies, reflecting the fruits of punishing seasons, were raised high amid floods of ticker-tape, fireworks and, in some cases, tears.